REAL RX lyrics

Seen a n*gga blow trial for a body
He ain't even do it, but a n*gga still held it down
I done seen gangsta n*ggas who done turn into a rat
Now they in the court room helpin n*ggas blow trial
It was n*ggas in my hood that I used to look up to
Fast forward now, n*ggas still ain't see a pound
It was times, broke a deuce down up 8 balls
Dropped the prices 60 dollars when they gave them b*tches out
It was times that I only made back what I spent
Last summer every 2 weeks, had a different whip
I was fresh outta jail up 5 am
Swervin through the hood, givin samples out to licks
That's real life sh*t, I can put it on my kids
I don't really like talkin bout the sh*t I did
I am not these n*ggas with that made up sh*t
Imma tell you right now why the f*ck I'm DrugRixh
I done f*cked a deuce up on the stove tryna cook
Aunty on my shoulder tellin me the water too hot
I done robbed a n*gga I was cool with
Had to line his ass up all day, he ain't even see the plot
You don't know what it feel like, hit a lick with a n*gga
Then he turn around, start workin with the cops
We done threw c*cktails through a n*gga mama window
4 o' clock in the mornin, tryna burn that b*tch down
I done seen a n*gga give his own baby mama crack
Turned her to a fiend, got her runnin round smoked out
Same shooter from the hood everybody scared of
Seen him come to jail, get packed up and punched out
Every n*gga that I ever robbed I was cool with
Line him up, play along on some smooth sh*t
I was running into houses on some afterschool sh*t
With an old 12 gauge same size a pool stick
Seen a n*gga scared to fight but he will shoot sh*t
Had a old ass deuce deuce went to school with
Seen a b*tch suck di*k while his n*gga was in jail
Still makin every visit like she ain't do sh*t
Used to take my crack money, go and buy dope with it
My homie used to smoke his weed mixed with coke with it
Other day he asked me for a couple dollars
I ain't wanna give it to em, cause I knew he gone smoke dope with it
I ain't ever in my life ever think bout snitchin
One bedroom with a microwave and plate in it
House in auntie name but she let me stay in it
Told the plug throw me somethin I ain't gone play with it
Price good, I ain't gone do the race with it
My homie died for a chain with Jesus face in it
Every line in this rhyme, n*gga ain't no fake in it
They almost caught me with it, had to take em on a chase with it
It was times, had a gun and I ain't even had bullets
Had to up that mothaf*cka, beat a n*gga face with it
Overdoses in the hood got the feds on the block
All these wax bags I packed, hope ion catch a case with em
Bodies droppin in the hood everyday with it
In the same house for years, grandma still stay in it
Me and mines, n*ggas know not to play with em
Stick back to back, Meek Mill you with this Drac', n*gga